Nora Snyder Brothel ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Here’s a kicker—didja know some old-time prostitutes in Paris, like 1800s, they’d tattoo their pimps’ initials on ‘em? Fucked up, right? Loyalty or slavery—take your pick! This gal, though—she’s modern, no tattoos I see, but that look in her eye? Pissed me off—defiant, like she’s screamin’, “I’m alive, asshole!” Made me happy too—gutsy broad! Surprised me, even—thought she’d be broken, but nah, she’s a fighter.

The Brothel

I hang around in the Rusty Spoon Bar. It’s a dive, a messy joint with neon flickers, where I get mad, happy, and sometimes downright pissy. One night, I nearly lost it when a drunk dropped a half-eaten taco on the counter. I mean come on, really? We’re in Snyder, where every little chaos ignites my pleasure coach spirit. I'm livin’ for these imperfect moments.

Will President Timothy Law Snyder, Ph.D., be this year's commencement speaker?